Chapter 421
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Her heart felt like it was being pierced by countless needles. The pain caused her breathing to stop for a moment. She raised her hand to grab a bottle of wine from the table and gulped it down.
Song Qingchun finished half the bottle before slamming it down heavily on the table. She raised her head to look at the stage. The woman was still dancing and singing the song 'We've All Been Forgotten'.
Her dancing was better than the song, and it caused the atmosphere at the venue to heat up. Cheers, whistles, and cheers entered her ears.
In a place like this, where laughter filled the air, Song Qingchun felt even worse. She had already drunk quite a bit, and she was here alone. If she continued to drink, she would definitely get drunk. The place was too crowded, and there was no place for her to cry … However, she could not stop herself from pouring more wine into her mouth.
Because she drank too much, she accidentally choked. She bent over and coughed heavily. In the end, she coughed so hard that tears came out of her eyes.
No, I'm here because I'm in a bad mood. I want to cheer myself up, so how can I cry?
Song Qingchun leaned back in her seat and tried to mimic the people around her. She tried her best to make her lips curl into a smile, but the brighter she smiled, the harder the tears at the corner of her eyes became. Her tears were blinding under the dim light.
She raised her hand to wipe them away and forced herself to laugh out loud. Then, her tears fell like pearls from a broken necklace, falling one after another.
How terrible … In the past, she was so cool when she said that they would be strangers, and then they would be strangers. Why did she become so hesitant this time? She couldn't bear to let go of him?
When she was chased out of his house, she had also thought that time would cover up everything. She would at most be sad for a few days, and then everything would be fine. However, it had already been two months, and some of the memories had not faded. If anything, they had become clearer and more vivid.
The worst thing was, when she ran into him on the street that day, she did not feel any resentment toward him; there was only surprise and longing for him.
When they first got together, the ending was already written in advance, so she had no reason to blame him. It was she who did not want to describe the ending of being strangers and having nothing to do with each other.
But his reaction was so cold … so cold that it was as if she had never appeared in his world before. He was so cold that other than looking her in the eyes at the beginning, he was so stingy that he didn't even give her a glance …
It turned out that the most painful thing in the world was not the separation of life and death, but the fact that he had already moved on, yet you still couldn't forget him.
Song Qingchun finally gave in. Under the influence of the alcohol, she collapsed onto the table and started to cry, ignoring the people around them.
The music was so loud that it could shake people's hearts out of their chests at any time. Her cries were so muffled that even she couldn't hear them.
She was crying so sadly that it didn't match the depressing and decadent environment.
Occasionally, people would pass by her booth and look at her lying on the table, thinking that she had drunk too much.
She cried for a long time, but there was no sign of stopping. Several people passed by her, both men and women. Only one person in a black suit stopped in front of her table.
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